Andromeda Tonks will not shut up -- wherever you like

[mm_lettie]

In a small corner, Andromeda Tonks is putting things into small boxes. Into each goes a half-dozen cookies, several pairs of socks (varying sizes) and a carefully coiled and spell-bound tube of glitter. Said socks are of varying colours that some wizards might recognized -- Quidditch team colours

Comments

[mm_danii]

There's a young man ghosting around under an unnoticeable charm. When he notices the bits of magic on the tubes, he peers a little closer.

[nolongermoral]

She simply goes on her way with things, tucking the last tube into its spot and then tapping her wand against each box to give it a nice wrapping and a sturdy twine bow.

[mm_danii]

He slips away and was going to leave it at that except...

He dismisses the charm and walks up.

"You use a wand," he says quietly, curiously.

[nolongermoral]

Andromeda is startled by few things lately, and he did walk up.

She smiles kindly and nods. "Certainly. I'm rubbish at wandless magic for the most part."

[professor_rosa]

Baked goods aren't what has Micky wandering over, coffee in hand, but they wouldn't hurt.

"Hey," he starts, stopping by one of the chairs.

"Mind if I sit?"

[nolongermoral]

She smiles slightly when she sees just who it is and arches a brow.

"Not at all, Mr. Rosa. I've just finished up with my evening goal."

[professor_rosa]

"And what might that have been?" he asks, helping himself to one of the chairs.

"Looks like Christmas might be coming early for some people."

[nolongermoral]

Andromeda laughs.

"Less Christmas and more ... middle-of-playoffs cheer packages for the boys."

'The boys' really consists of Ron, Harry and their lot.